Lately I haven’t been inspired to express the tales my heart speaks. I’ve been stuck in a looping circle which only poisons each vein in my body, killing me with the same euthymic blues. Nothing new.
Contemplating plans, changing paths, still heavily in love. That’s the only thing that never changes, him.
Slowly fading, damn near invisible. In reality, it’s just a feeling, simply waiting for my “epiphany” in life; hasn’t hit me yet, I’m still clueless. So I wait.
I told him I don’t know what to do with myself anymore, hell, I don’t. He calls it boredom. I guess if the emptiness I feel is boredom then I need a life, PRONTO!
I’ll continue to fade..until December.